My World

I live in a shapelessly shaping world. In it there is no "I" or "other-than-I". And time is all the time swallowing itself in a beginningless now which never ends.

To enter my world is to be the you that you already are--is to fall into your own immediate face. It is the end of a succession of myriad things and a present opening into ever-present no-thing-ness.

In my world you are not the one you assume yourself to be.